SSS-Ranked Demon Hunter: The Prodigy - Chapter 35: Pounding Hearts and the Lone Wolf

Scheming female assassin transmigrated to become the weak Eldest Miss, her story is wonderful and stunning, attracting peach flowers to blossom open. Cold calculating emperor? Genius bad crown prince? Insidious happy-go-lucky prince? Gentle physician? Ice-cold mystery male? Who is her true love? Haha, but she only eats, definitely will not take responsibility! Beautiful men be careful!

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“Let me go Henry,” I said coldly. “I am not yours, not anymore.”Henry scoffed. “You will always be mine. I was your first mate.”“And yet you rejected me. I don’t need you anymore, I have-”“Who do you have, Nyssa? Him?” He laughed humorlessly. “You don’t even know who he is.”Rowan growled, a low warning sound. “Shut the fuck up!”“Why?” Henry shot back. “Tell her what you’re hiding, Rowan, let’s see if she still loves you after.”*********************Nyssa was once the beloved of the pack—the Beta’s daughter, mated to the Alpha.But once her parents died, and she was unable to shift, her life began to crumble until she was finally rejected by her mate, Henry.It was hard enough that he left her for her best friend, but as the Beta’s daughter, she was forced to remain with him until an attack leaves their pack vulnerable and they have to seek help for the lycans.What was meant to be a diplomatic trip turned into chaos when Nyssa realizes she is mated to Rowan—the lycan king.Lycans and wolves don’t get along, and there is a lot of history between the three of them.To Nyssa, the angel she doesn’t know is better than the devil she knows,But what happens when that angel is just another devil in disguise?After all, Rowan is hiding some dark secrets of his own, the kind that threatens their already fragile bond.Would she be able to handle the pressure? Or will she go back to Henry who may have never gotten over her in the first place?

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

I possessed a character with an intelligence of 100 in a classic medieval fantasy land-grabbing game. An intelligence score of 100. That meant my predictions were always accurate. However, since I was physically weak and didn’t quite understand why that was the case, I thought it best to just live quietly. But then… leaders who began to recognize my ability started to become obsessed with me.